elderly exorcist was waiting for us. He was eighty- eight years old. He was sitting in the middle of the sacristy. He was small, petite, wearing a circular woollen hat on his head to protect himself from the cold. He looked at me and motioned me to sit on a chair a metre away from him. I felt as myself again. I was conscious. I could speak and express myself. I realized that while I was in the car, and earlier in the hall, it was not me who was speaking and agitating myself. There was someone or something inside of me. Someone or something that was no longer there. They had gone away. Or perhaps they were simply gone into hiding. Brother Ferro sat next to me. Next to him there were some of Father La Grua’s helpers: two robust men and three women. My mother and my wife Daniela stood a little apart. Daniela looked terrified. She didn’t know exactly what was happening to me, nor what would happen to me in the near future. That day would be a powerful revelation even for her. Father La Grua took the initiative. He began talking to me and investigating my past. He asked